.too much poison, come undone [aw]

[Damian]

[ooc] First real post as Damian =O

[ic] rawr. The sun had barely risen an inch since the large brujo had last looked upon the heavens. Still was there the shocking blood red stain tainting the sky, the cloud absorbing the colour with little hesitation. The air was thick, smells that were alien to the brute's nostrils as he entered the unfamiliar area. His foundation was fairly large, paws heavy and he came in with no intention of being stealthy or quiet. He did not fear whatever may come at him, he merely anticipated. His movements were fluid yet he held no air of grace whatsoever, but a great sense of dignity and self-satisfaction. Yes, Damian could be quite big-headed at times, perhaps that little trait had been past down from his mother who had been a little arrogant back in the day. Nonetheless, he was in one of his 'couldn't give a damn, I'm far better than you' moods, and it would probably take a lot of pushing around to get him out of it. The male wolf was taking long strides, ocassionally lowering his cranium to sniff at the odd textured terrain below. It was some sort of thick, dark coloured substance that covered his feet and dirtied them. This didn't really bother him, but he grew mildly irritated by the feel of the mush gliding over his paws. He shook it off, droplets spraying everwhere, but it was pointless because he had to lower his paw again and it was covered again instantly. How the hell had he found himself here? There was nothing, nothing except the ludicrous substance that stuck to him. There seemed to be no other life form about, and this puzzled Damian. He was an intelligent creature, and he thought with logic most of the time. Others probably didn't want to come here, it wasn't exactly a cheerful, jolly place. It was dank, dark and miserable. And blast that sun, it still had not rose any more since he had last checked! The light from the giant ball of fire would have shed a little...light onto the situation. But it was still moderately dark because of the apocalypse-looking sky, reds and dark oranges splashed across the spread of atmosphere. His warm gaze settled on a patch of dry land, the marshy terrain growing tedious. He wished he was some place else, but he was growing tired and needed a breather from travelling. And so he made his way to the small island of land and sat upon it like a king of the hill. But soon his head drooped, followed closely by the rest of his body. He lay down, front paws a perfect resting place for his head as he closed his eyes and reminisced the past few days. He had done nothing but run, hunt vermin, run, hunt vermin, run...hunt vermin...run...hunt... The thoughts were quickly silenced as he fell into a light sleep. The faintest of noises would wake him, and startle him easil it was so light, dream images did not break through the darkness of his sleeping mind and so he just lay there dozing, the odd twitch his only movement.

This post has been edited by Damian on Nov 19 2005, 07:47 PM

[Ciqala Wicasa]

Another had the pleasure of watching the bloodied sky with marshmud caked between her claws. She grimaced, looking down at the moist earth that ensheathed her paws into two casts of near-dry mud. Every time she stepped, it made an annoying squelching noise as her paw sank down into the mud. Ugh, how had she drifted here? Wandering with her mind not on where she was going, no doubt. She sighed, looking up. There was a spark of hope in her amber eyes. An island that rose out of the marshlands. It would have been perfect if not for the other wolf that lay, dozing, on top of the mound of dry earth. Her little voice, that one far, far in the back of her mind, was telling her to keep going and try to find another island like that one. But the louder, more prominantly dominant voice was telling her to go and rest for a bit. The wolf didn't look to dangerous, sleeping there. She summoned up the courage that she witheld and marched up to the upraising of land, trying to mute the squeals of mud under her paws. How different it was to walk on firm ground after hours of plodding through marshy lands! The mud that was covering her paws quickly disappeared in the thin grass that covered the island of hard ground. She sat, near the foot of the mound, and turned her head to the side, one eye hovering over the other wolf while her ears swiveled around to catch in all of the sounds of the area. She didn't want to wake him up, not by talking to him anyway. Weeee! First real post here, haha.

[Damian]

[ooc] -glomp- YEY fankoo sososo much for replying =D

[ic] rawr. Pleasant dreams were not something that often came to Damian. So light was his sleep dreams of any sort were unable to break through his senses, but flickering images enjoyed tormenting him whether he was dozing, asleep or even fully awake. He did not know the reason why, perhaps it was just his morbid side showing a little stronger and more violently than usual. It perplexed him to say the least, he was often a neutral residing beast, he didn't like to use one side of his personality more than the other, but sometimes he couldn't control himself as much as he would have liked to. But anyway... Yes, he was left lying there not entirely vulnerable as his ears were perked atop his wide spread crown. They twitched and swivelled, alert for even the tiniest of noises. His eyes were however, fully closed, but his nose never slept. Overall he was just constantly aware of his surroundings, whether he could see it or not. He was gradually falling into a deeper sleep, but a sudden noise caused him to open his eyes and peer about him. He was not one to be startled, jump to his feet and run or attack. It was true that he acted upon impulse and instinct, but the brute was often calm so that he could keep hold of his dignity for as long as possible. His head jerked this way and that, before his eyes finally fell upon another wolf. A female, he could tell this by simply looking at her, and her personal fragrance betrayed her gender well. He had always liked females, it was in his blood to be 'softer' towards them. But still did he quickly get to his feet, hackles raised, fur bristling and standing erect. A quiet growl rose within his vocals, a mere vibration of his throat. He did not intend to harm the femme, merely warn her not to mess with him, and that he was perfectly capable of attacking. He was a fit and healthy brute, and he could inflict much damage upon most beings. However it was not in his nature to attack a female. He just glowered at her, eyes narrowing suspiciously even though she seemingly had had no intention of waking him, and she had kept herself at a respectful distance. He had his front half ducked down low to the ground in a defending pose, tail flicking from side to side. The rest of his figure was motionless aside from his lips which were curled up slightly due to his growl. It was the way of all wolves, to protects oneself with the offence. The best defence, after all, is a good offence. A warning growl was a decent start. "And you are?" He asked, in a rather forward, rude tone of voice. He knew nothing of the femora. She was a complete stranger to him therefore did not demand his respect. He believed that once you learned someone's name, it was then you could consider showing them an amount of respect, and that was just what he intended to do in this case. He knew nothing of this girl's personality. Maybe she was a cold-hearted fae who would retort back in a rude manner and a slanging match may occur. Or maybe she was a shy, docile animal that would cower under his harsh voice. Or perhaps she was different to either, he had a feeling he would find out soon enough. And so he stood there, fur still bristled, awaiting a reply of some sort.

This post has been edited by Damian on Nov 23 2005, 08:56 PM

[Ciqala Wicasa]

The movement first betrayed the other wolf's conciousness, but the growl was the thing that caught the timber to pivot her head a bit to the side, to look more directly at the other wolf. He had wasted no time in getting into a viciously agressive stance, growling a "Who are you?" and waiting for her reply. She didn't want to disappoint him if he was waiting for a retort. She tried fiercely to never loose her cool as some would say. She just stared, amber eyes thoughtful, at the male. "No need to get like that, good sir, I have no intention of attacking. If I did, I would have done so already. I am Ciqala Wicasa, a wanderer of sorts. Very nice to meet you..." she said, her voice amazingly emotionless. A slight frown crossed her features as she relayed her name to the other wolf. She wouldn't tell him that the two words that created her own personal name were actually male names, but that was her own little hated secret. Unless this wolf had an amazing knowledge of native american naming, the joke her parents made about her at her birth would be a mystery still. She desided to continoue on talking. The only hope the female could register was this other loner wasn't agressive enough to attack for a reason as simple as waking him. "I am so sorry that I awoke you, I was simply looking for some firm land, as I'm sure you were... If I could be as bold as to ask your name...?" *glomp'd* xD Glad to be of service. Ooh, this post is going to be fun.

[Damian]

[ooc] =D

[ic] rawr. Dark visionaries regarded the femora with a distinct look of suspicion. He didn't like strangers, but to make strangers allies could often be an easy task. He did not see others as friends, not unless he had known them for a decent amount of time. He viewed them as allies or enemies, his mind operating very much like that of an army commander, or one of a high ranking personnel. His ears perked up once again at her first words, swivelling with quick movement. "No need to get like that, good sir, I have no intention of attacking. If I did, I would have done so already. I am Ciqala Wicasa, a wanderer of sorts. Very nice to meet you..." Hm, did he detect a little sarcasm there? But the way the femme kept her voice emotionless he found it quite difficult to know for sure. He guessed she was being sarcastic though, and he didn't blame her. But at least she had stated her name and hadn't started playing games with him. He was not in the mood for any bullshit. He was tired, hungry and just plain grumpy because of that. Ciqala Wicasa. She was a bonny creature, he had to admit, but he also had to admit that it was rare that he bumped into an unattractive female. Heck, even 'ugly' male wolves were a rarity nowadays... He studied her vaguely, not really taking his time but staring hard enough to perhaps cause her discomfort. He was about to retort, reply in some sort of witty, sarcastic way of his own, but she continued. "I am so sorry that I awoke you, I was simply looking for some firm land, as I'm sure you were... If I could be as bold as to ask your name...?" He sniffed at this, relaxing his stance into a more casual pose, but he still could not help but be taught with pent aggression. He was merely grudging because she had woke him from his little nap, childish yes, but he couldn't help being moody because of lack of rest. It was fairly inevitable. So instead of dwelling he parted his jaws to speak. "A fair meeting Ciqala Wicasa." He jerked his cranium sharply, dismissing her apology. "I am Damian Zotico, but please, just call me Damian." His tone was anything but warm and friendly, it lacked all emotion and was monotonous and sharp. Yet he was polite in his choosing of words. He eyed her again, still with that apparent look of suspicion. She claimed she had just been in search of firm land, this could or could not be true. She could have many tricks hidden from him, it wouldn't be hard. He couldn't tell a liar from an honest wolf these days. Many had become experts in the 'art' of lying. But he would take her word for it and trust her for now, although he did not truly trust anyone he would just go with what she claimed. Silence was thick, tension just as heavy and it could have been cut with a blade. The tiniest of noises would have sounded like a bomb drop. He could find no words to let loose, and his own thoughts were clouding him over and causing himself to become quite distracted from the fae. It was one of his flaws, he could have a pretty bad attention span at times like these. He found himself staring at her, not deliberately but sure enough. He was thinking of the future and what it could possibly hold for the wandering rogue. This girl here, she too was a wanderer. Hm... He shook himself back into reality, fur bristling momentarily. "Where exactly are you planning on going after departing this area?" He asked with curiosity. He didn't have a wide set of information about the surrounding terras. All he knew was that the lands about here were unclaimed and free to explore to the fullest. It was hard for him to not let his flirtatious side surface. But no, no he was set into serious mode and he wasn't about to let his split personality shatter the image just yet.

This post has been edited by Damian on Nov 24 2005, 06:03 PM

[Ciqala Wicasa]

The female wolf inclined her head in a diciplined greeting. "Very nice to meet you formally, Sir Damian." she said respectfully. She seemed to pay no heed to the wolf's remaining bitterness to her presence on the hill of dry land. The wolf shifted his position, however, into a more casual standing stance. Ciqala smiled a bit at that. Good, so he wouldn't attack. She wasn't afraid at all, she'd been known to defend herself when neccessary. She was perfectly aware of the male's gaze upon her, but she didn't really mind. It must be odd for a wanderer, a female no doubt, to drift through the area to meet his aquaintence. The loner desided to break the silence, casually asking her what she where she would go. She laughed. "What kind of question is that for a wanderer? I walk with no destination, wondering what I'll find before each pawstep. Whether I stop and stay in a place is up to me, right? Untill then, quite frankly, I have no idea." She smiled, her eyes drifting over the marshy land. The harsh cries of scavenger birds echoed through the area. The timber female blinked slowly, thinking that there must be something out there to have riled up the birds like that. Something dead most likely, them being scavengers. She frowned as several of the black birds, perched upon their spindly tree perches, flew off, all in the same direction. "Stupid birds..." she muttered. Sorry for the bit of shortness.

This post has been edited by Ciqala Wicasa on Nov 24 2005, 08:19 PM

[Damian]

[ooc] Tis no problemo m'dear =] This 'un's gonna be short xX; Sorry I don't think there's much to work with here...I'm low on muse =[

[ic] rawr. Damian was tempted to laugh coldly at her reply. Indeed it had been a rather rushed question with no real purpose, but again he had been at a loss on what to say to cut away at the lingering silence. He snorted, lips curling into a sneer that was only half playful. "Only asking. I'm new to the area and I was merely after a little bit of information, was going to see whether or not you knew anything about the surrounding terras." His tail flicked this way and that due to his restlessness. He was tired, true, but he wasn't a fan of just standing around doing nothing. She was a fairly interesting character, and it was true that she intrigued him to get to know her further. She was fiery in her own way. He liked that, she had the same wit as him more or less, and the same dry humour. His sneer had quickly transformed into a sideways smirk that gave his visage an expression that was both amused and harsh. He had followed her gaze when it had altered, and he too saw the stupid birds, and again was he tempted to chuckle at her little comment. He suppressed the urge of course, and merely sent a rush of air to exit from his nostrils in an amused snort of some sort. It was then that he noticed how many of the death-like birds were now around all of a sudden. When he had first arrived he had sensed no other living thing, but now the presence of the eerie buzzards was somewhat chilling. He inhaled the air, lifting his nose heavenwards and tasting the atmosphere. There was a certain fragrance to the air. It cling to the particles, flew with them and stained it. It was faint, but not faint enough to keep hiding for long. "Something is definitely dead around here, that smell certainly wasn't here when I arrived." He glanced about, dragging his attention to their surroundings slowly. Nope, nothing came into sight. Besides, the birds were staring at them with far more suspicion than Damian could possibly even possess. He knew how possessive the bitter creatures were over flesh. But he also knew that even they knew that if he wanted the dead whatever it was, he could easily swipe it from them. They had no power where that was concerned. His stomach rumbled, yet he tried to ignore the fact that he was beginning to grow hungry. Being hungry and tired was really, really irritating. No wonder the boy was so grumpy. He coughed, returning his attention back upon Ciqala, blinking a few times in quick unison as though he had forgotten who she was for a split second and he was trying to keep up...

This post has been edited by Damian on Nov 24 2005, 08:37 PM

[Ciqala Wicasa]

"Then state so..." she said, her voice having a slight barb of sharpness to it. She didn't like to act like that normally, but it wasn't the most accurate question and she didn't know the exact reason why he asked. She shook her head a bit. "I don't mean to act such, and I am sorry for a reply such as that. I am sorry, but I don't know much about the surrounding area..." Ciqala's eyes drifted to the male. He looked over to where the birds were flying, then back to her, blinking a bit and squinting in that way that wolves did when they were trying to concentrate when drowzy. "Tired, Sir Damian?" she asked innocently, her voice light with a bit of curiocity. She thought about apologizing again for waking him, but was it her fault? She had just walked to the hill, it wasn't her fault he desided to get up and assume a defensive position. But the sudden appearance of the scavengers and their eerie looks at them were chilling her more than normal. She had seen plenty of birds like this, but the sudden appearance made her anxious. She glanced up to the black birds, barking a quick and shrill note to the heavens of which they resided. Some flew off, startled, but others simply stood there and stared at her, ruffling their feathers. Those soon flew off too, not wanting to miss out on whatever had died. Ciqala frowned, getting up from her sitting position. She walked forward, to the edge of the uprise of dry land. Her curiousity was piqued, she couldn't turn down whatever this was. She glanced to Damian. "Care for a bit of a run? Just to see what that was, that is. Besides, you look almost as hungry as you look tired." She ended her quote with a mischevious smile before stepping back onto the marshy lands, running into the sparce forests, heading in the direction of the birds. We all have our muse-less days. xD I'm gonna try and kic ka plot into this thread, 'kay? :D

This post has been edited by Ciqala Wicasa on Nov 24 2005, 09:04 PM

[Damian]

[ooc] I was hoping for that anyways =]

[ic] rawr. He did not flinch under her harsh tone, but stood up to it by raising to his full height. He took a small step forward, pupils shrinking to mere specks of black swallowed by the dark chocolate. She was hasty to apologise for her sharp words and so he shrunk back a little, nodding to her politely. He was just wanting to show that he wasn't someone to be messed with easily. Of course she must've known he would not attack her now for surely he would have done so by now. He definitely did not have a higher rank than her, they were equals by right, but he was probably stronger than her physically but of course that did not make him more important. It did not give him the right to push her around, but sometimes he couldn't help himself but try and enforce respect when he craved it. He wished he was a leader of sorts, that was power, that was constant respect and a high demand for it... But it seemed as though he was destined to remain a lone wanderer for some time yet. Ironic how a yawn stretched his maw as far open as it could possibly be at the same time as she asked, "Tired, Sir Damian?" Damn was it really that obvious? His mind could not really focus on one thing at the moment, because of his lack of sleep... He shot her a smirk that had the clear message of you already know the answer to that so I'm not going to answer you. His eyes glittered slightly with just the smallest amount of mischief at her innocent voice as well, when females played that card he couldn't help but let the ice of his exterior and interior for that matter melt slightly under the heat. But once again Ciqala seemed to be paying attention to the pesky birds, so he too was intrigued to do so. Small congregations of the winged-shadows were perched high up upon bony fingers, or solitary flying vermin sat watching the others and even the two wolves down below. He knew they were safe up there, as did they. But then words cut through his thoughts and the silence and before he knew it the fae had disappeared from his sight. He watched her run off, and it took him only a second or two to realise that he should be following. He was indeed curious to know what was giving off such a dominating odour. And so he began to run, already disliking the mud beneath his paws as he did so. The noise was disgusting, but he was a beast of the earth and he was compelled to try his very best not to complain about natural things... He knew not material luxuries, only the luxury of freedom and the wild. He was soon running beside his new acquaintance, muscles working like steel and showing as his pelt rippled with a silver sheen with every bound. The wind that pushed back against him caused his fur to fall flat against his muscular bodice, but when he moved vigorously it was flung up and looked far rougher. "Follow your noise, eh?" A rhetorical question, a moderately amusing one, but it was true. It was what they were doing. Dispite being as tired as he was, he was running at a nice pace as well, surprising himself.

This post has been edited by Damian on Nov 24 2005, 09:48 PM

[Ciqala Wicasa]

It was as males did, assume the slight authority over the sharp-tounged she-wolves such as she. She smiled, though, in humor as Damian drew himself to full height, a good bit taller than she, just to shrink back. She had half a mind to say something, but another half to tell her that she had been rude enough. They were indeed two loners of similar statuses, they should treat each other equally. Her being a witty little talker wasn't helping that fact in the least. But the other wolf did follow. She had been hoping for that, despite how wearing it might become on such a tired wolf. She was tired too, trudging through the mud and definatly not wanting to sleep on such, but her curiousity overpowered that need to sleep. Other needs were showing through, however, like the hunger that clawed her her stomach. There wasn't much to eat out here in the marshlands, despite a few skinny lizards and sparce marshdeer. She didn't want to get started on the insects, either. They were swarming often, but she couldn't seem to swat the tiny pests away. This was reminded to her as they followed the trail of the black scavenger-birds, the small swampknats started to swarm again. She grimaced. What brought scavengers and the flesh-loving knats must be dead, and something big. A dead lizard wouldn't bring this much attention. Something new, another sense, was starting to enter mind. It wasn't curiosity, or tiredness, or hunger. A tiny pit of fear was beginning to develop in her heart, dragging her spirits down a fraction. How would something so big die so suddenly, and enough for all of those birds and bugs come? She would find out in seconds. The knowledge of Damian running swiftly as she at her side was almost lost as they went through the thickening swamp forest, returned as a safe reassurance that she wasn't alone. That was good, for when the clearing appeared, a clearing of which the black-feathered birds were gathered so thickly, she was glad she had anyone at her side. It was hard to see what was around, the birds were that thick. She trudged forward, scattering the crows and buzzards in her path, and barked a short, harsh note. Several of the birds scattered, knowing that they were on the ground, wolf territory. The corpses of the two marshdeer wouldn't have been so repulsive if the birds hadn't already started to rip it apart. Ciqala frowned, partly in dismay. The deer had fallen, as it seems, into a deeper patch of mud. Suffocated, their fresh scent of death drew the birds, and the pests of insects. It was horrible to die and be ripped apart by these cowardly birds! She barked again, more of a horrible yowl, that scared most of the other ground-dwelling scavengers away, and, after a minute, sighed. "I wouldn't wish that kinda death upon any creature..." she muttered. I <3 this thread! :D Its so FASTPACED! Uber long post, feeling very wordy today!

[Damian]

[ooc] Whoop! I'm glad you like =] I'm enjoying rping with joo m'dear ^^ I agree, it is fastpaced which is always gurd yaw. Great post btw ;) Mine is 3 fat paragraphs =O

[ic] rawr. Damian was fully aware of the fact that there was a sheer case of burning up within his limbs, as though the steel of his muscles was slowly being heated until red and glowing with embers. It was because of how tired he was. He knew he had great stamina and speed, he was an animal built of physical advantages, but his whole body was aching. He had done enough none-stop running and exploring in the past few days and it had seemingly worn him out. But he did not slow down, he would not let himself lag behind this she-wolf. He was also an animal of dignity, that much was obvious. The only sign that he was growing weary was his salmon pink tongue which was now clearly lolling out of one corner of his slightly parted jaws. He really did wish that he were somewhere warm and dry and free from these annoying insects, and fast asleep. And in that slumber he would have liked to stay for a long, long time. But it seemed that his life was not meant to be peaceful, quiet and full of rest. And so he silenced the complaints that were running through his mind at a fast pace, and began to once again concentrate on the little mystery at hand. He slowed down as she did, changing his sprint to a brisk trot, but had to stop as the sight of the crowd of buzzards came into his view. Pretty disgusting, seeing them tearing away at the corpses of two...something or others... He couldn't quite tell whatever it was they were attempting to devour. The smell of death was strong, swarming around like a dank, black atmosphere that sent shivers of delight up the brute's spine. He chuckled inwardly as Ciqala barked at them, and watched as a few of the black birds flew off in a flurry of inky feathers which drifted slowly back down to curse the ground below. They made such dreadful screeches as they departed, angry noises of despair because they knew that their meal had been interrupted and that they had no chance of eating the dead animals now. A few of them still remained however, in reaching distance, and the second sound made by the fae did not rid the carcasses of some sort of deer [the type of animal was now clear because they were not covered by pecking, scrawny dark bodies] of some of the birds, and so he charged sharply, a growl ripping from his vocals as he snapped at one of the birds. It wasn't quite quick enough and as it spread its wings to fly into the sky where it was safe from sharp fangs, Damian caught one of its wings in his searching jowls. He tugged and shook his head vigorously, delighting in the way the bird attempted to scratch at his muzzle and free itself. This only caused him to sink his teeth in deeper and finally did the wing snap free. He flung the strange 'limb' to the ground beside one of the dead deer’s, and watched with amusement as the bird screeched in pain and hatred towards him, and he merely bit down into its neck to finish the creature off. He held no respect towards the flying vermin, he truly did not. He was a hunter, practically all things that moved were possible prey to him. He could even hunt his own kind and devour them. Sure it was not something he would just go and do, but in a famine, when all other food source was forgotten and gone, he would not hesitate to resort to such an act of cannibalism... Blood of the pathetic creature now graced his maw, a red stain present upon his chops. He licked them clean and turned around to face the female wolf. "I wouldn't wish that kinda death upon any creature..." For a second or two he thought she was talking about the way he just tormented and killed that blasted bird, but his eyes switched from her figure to the dead animals that lay partly open and bleeding upon the ground. "Hmm..." The thoughtful noise escaping him briefly. Suffocation had been the obvious cause of the two creatures deaths, although it was quite dishonourable to have been pecked at by a large quantity of annoying birds... He turned his back on the femme and began inspecting the corpses. He placed a paw upon the stomach of one before lowering his cranium to sniff at the body. "Not very old. I'm sure something bigger than birds would have completely finished off these if they had been more than a day or so old. Although the scents about the marshes tend to disguise and keep smells hidden fairly well..." He turned his head to return his gaze upon Ciqala, one ear twitching as he did so rather comically. Occasionally did he glance up at the surrounding bony trees, growling softly at the birds which watched them, obviously hoping that the two bothersome wolves would retreat and go about their own business and leave their meal well enough alone. Their eyes were chilling as they reflected the dim light, their feathers doing the same causing a sort of glowing effect to surround them. They were odd pests, they really were...

This post has been edited by Damian on Nov 25 2005, 07:42 PM

[Ciqala Wicasa]

Ciqala Wicasa nodded slowly, turning her multi-colored head torward Damian. "True... but I doubt birds use their sense of smell often. They can see better than anything in the sky..." she said thoughtfully. Her golden-amber gaze turned on what used to be a bird that lie at Damian's paws. She smiled a bit, looking at the other birds that were still perched on the skeletons of trees that were so often placed within the forest. She knew her words were inelligible to the winged rats, so she allowed her eyes to glimmer in that sort of way that seemed like come back down here and I'll do the same to you. She was beginning to think that the perfectly good prey that was once the deer had gone to waste was the reason why regret filled her. That was probably it, for she wasn't hungry enough to eat one of those black-clad messengers of death that resided in the trees. All of her empowering curiousity had ebbed, leaving her tired and hungry as anything. Her ears, naturally keen to listen for prey, were picking up all the harsh caws and calls of the birds above. She looked back to Damian. "That was fun... but I'm not fond of sleeping on marshland, and I doubt you are either..." she said, flicking her head back to the trail that they had followed to get there. There was no way that they could get lost, their pawprints were still fresh within the molding mud. Tire was what she was worried about. They were both tired, Damian being more tired than hungry, and she being a bit more hungry than tired. "You have enough energy to get back?" she asked, a little more of a laugh entering the question than concern. She didn't exactly await his answer, stepping a few pawsteps forward into the marsh. She had learned where the birds were going, she was content with that little adventure. She marched forward a few more paces before stopping, turning her head back with a bit of a smile. "Coming?" Ya, nice post fer yourself. xD

[Damian]

[ooc] oooo yer an alpha now =O xD this could be fun yaw? Sorry this post ish short xX; it's too early for me to have any muse x3

[ic] rawr. The rumbles in his stomach were mild, his appetite dulled by his need of rest. He was far more desperate for sleep than he was for food right at that moment. He removed himself from the corpse with a quiet sniff of dissatisfaction towards the dead animals. He felt no urge to dig in, but he was feeling reluctant to give back to the birds what they were so eagerly waiting for. He glared up at them with narrowed eyes, dark orbs flickering down to the bird he had just killed and he shot them a smirk. They called him names in their twisted tongues, screeching down to both of the wolves with immense hatred. They knew their place was up in the sky, perched or flying higher than a wolf could ever reach, but they were not content with just keeping silent up there at all. They told Damian just what they thought of him, and how dare he kill one of their brothers. But of course all the brute heard was a series of loud, croaking screeches that were as shivering as the sound of something sharp upon a board of some sort. He blinked himself out of his train of thought as Ciqala spoke up again. Ah, time to leave. She seemed pleased to have had that little adventure, glad to have found out what was causing all of the black scavengers to kick up such an exciting fuss. "I guess we don't want to be dragging one of these away with us?" It wasn't really a question that demanded an answer, it was more of a sarcastic driven enquiry as he turned around fully to face the femme. His ears flattened against the beginning of his ruff momentarily as he bent his head down to pick up the body of the dead flying vermin in his jaws, the one wing was left hanging loose. The body was limp and of course lifeless and as he trotted over to where the female stood it bounced in between his jowls. It was a small snack he was quite willing to share, seeming as though he wasn't really intending to eat much of it because he would probably drop asleep as soon as he closed his eyes for long enough. His eyes shone with an emotion that was hard to pick up on as he looked at Ciqala for a few seconds before turning and starting to trot back the way they had come, eyes fixated upon their tracks that had been left within the mud. Wonder what'll happen now... He asked himself, a frown appearing on his features slowly. He was used to being alone, but he was always glad for company... As mentioned earlier, allies were always useful. But still he did not know anything about this she-wolf, only her name and that was about it. She could be anybody. She had told him that she was a lone soldier, a wandering rogue like himself. But that could have been an easy front for her to use...

This post has been edited by Damian on Nov 26 2005, 11:31 AM

[Ciqala Wicasa]

The black blob of protruing feathers that was grasped in Damian's jaws only got a slight glance from the timber wolf who kept a steady trot, just quick enough to be pressing the other wolf for a pace but slow enough to not tire him out to quickly. Good for them, the mound of dry ground wasn't too far away, and it was good to follow tracks back instead of following the birds as they wound their way in and out of the trees. The mud was starting to become something that she became used to, but the second that her paws touched dry, firm land, she was apalled that she had ever tred in the sticky substance. But as soon as the multi-colored female reached the incline of the hill, she sat, a bit of pure pink tounge lolling out of the corner of her mouth comically as she panted. Hungry and tired, her head swirled around to follow Damian's progress as he came up to the hill. Thoughts swirled around in her head like bits of debris in a maelstrom. Her head subconsiously turned torward the west, where her own packlands were only a hop, skip, and jump away. A wanderer of other lands, she hadn't lied completely hadn't she? A guilty tint appeared on her wolfish features, disappearing almost immidiately. They were both tired and slightly hungry, she didn't have to say any thing else for a while. She had seen questions dying in the other wolf's eyes, though. She hadn't said much about herself at all, just her name and a few other facts. She didn't want to bother him with other speech at this time, her own eyelids were beginning to feel sodden and droop. She fought to stay awake, just untill she saw what the other wolf would do. Yeah, I'm so happy. :3 Fun, fun, fun. Ooo, issokay. Museless posts happen. This is gonna be funny to role-play, after Ciqala told him that she was a wanderer, haha.

[Damian]

[ooc] indeed =3 sorry again for such a MEH post but I'm very distracted, got a new kitten =O ^^

[ic] rawr. Cream tinged limbs carried Damian towards the dry, solid mound that they had left earlier, and he wasn't travelling at a very fast pace. His trot was steady yet paced slow enough for it to be pretty obvious that he was tired out. He was a young, fit and healthy brute but he had had enough of being awake now. He had been active and lively the past few days, rest something that he had not been able to squeeze into his schedule... And so he pushed onward, the thick mud heavy upon his paws and slowed him down considerably which frustrated him to no end. He could not help but begin to growl softly due to how annoyed he was becoming, his moodiness swiftly returning. As soon as he hit dry ground he shook off most of the substance before slowly walking up to the center of the small hill, which happened to be the highest point. He dropped his small kill before Ciqala though on his way, a hint to eat if she so wished. He was a grumpy ass at the time, yes, but he still had manners, especially towards females who he held respect to after knowing them for even just a little while. When he reached his desired spot, he placed his rump upon the earth and sat looking at the she-wolf. He wished to sleep, but he still had urges to regard her and study her. She was intriguing, a mysterious character. He still had not managed to get much information about herself out of her. He wanted to know more about he, definately. He did not trust her completely, but that wasn't very surprising considering the fact that they had only met very recently. He was still wondering whether or not she really was a loner, but perhaps she would tell him things on her own accord later on. The silence that was taking a hold of the area was relaxing now and not carrying the air of thick tension this time. Instead it brought the opportune time to drift into a slumber. And so he lay down heavily with a sigh of relief and rested his large cranium upon his front paws. He continued to look at the fae for a few moments longer before sliding his lids over his dim eyes and trying to get to sleep. It did not take long for him to fall asleep, again, no surprise there. And this time there was a faint flickering of images in his mind, the dark recesses of his conscience were awake and letting him see black and white pictures, memories or a fairy tale, he could not tell which. They lulled him into a deeper sleep, so they could not have been nightmarish...